The alliance rules issued by the New and Old Miners Alliance clearly state that no miner shall be allowed to fight privately. If someone does too much, they can report to the mining alliance, and the mining alliance will open a site to fight a life-and-death battle.

Except for the life-and-death battle approved by the mining alliance, anyone who is a private player will be severely punished by the alliance. However, Han Ming does not know whether this regulation can completely prohibit private fights, but at least on the surface, he and the newly arrived weak people like Old Man Bai are safe.

Knowing that he was temporarily safe, Han Ming and the old man surnamed Bai planned to dig some ore as soon as possible and then exchange for some food. They were almost hungry.

Before Han Ming and the old man left, they heard some corpses and old miners stop them, and then an old miner led them in one direction.

After learning the regulations of the mining alliance, the old man surnamed Bai felt that the old miner in front of him should not do anything at will, so he became a little bolder and started talking to the old miner in front of him in one sentence.

Han Ming admired the old man Bai a little, but in half a quarter of an hour he had an old miner and said to each other, as if they had known each other for a long time.

After Old Man Bai got along with this old miner, he began to ask some questions indirectly. In a short time, he collected a lot of information, allowing him and Han Ming to roughly understand the overview of the miners.

There are about 2,000 old miners in this mine, of which only six or seven hundred have practiced martial arts. The remaining more than a thousand are ordinary miners who only know how to mine. The ordinary miners are those miners who know how to do martial arts.

The previous large-scale melee was a battle between old miners who knew martial arts and new escorts and caravan guards. Old miners who were originally good at martial arts had absolute control over the entire mine vein and immediately swallowed it up as soon as they met the new miners. However, I didn't expect that the new miners were not weaker than those of them, old miners who knew martial arts, so they swallowed it up and fought.

Perhaps because of the equal strength and no one can do anything to each other, the new and old miners ceased to fight and jointly formed a mining alliance to control thousands of ordinary miners in the entire mine vein. As for whether the establishment of the mining alliance has any profound meaning, only the few people who are in the mining alliance know.

After a quarter of an hour of walking, they finally arrived at the destination of this trip, a cave that was hundreds of feet long, and there was an old miner's cave that was eight or nine hundred years old.

There are dozens of large and small mineral channels around the cave, and Han Ming and the other two came out of one of the slightly larger mineral channels.

Although he arrived at the destination, Old Man Bai's interest in talking to the old miner was not reduced at all, and he even became more and more excited as he talked. Han Ming doubted that if it were not for the constraints of conditions, they would have to be a bloody alliance and would have worshipped here.

If the old miner hadn't had the important things to deal with later, I still don't know when they would have talked about.

After the old miner left, Han Ming and Old Man Bai walked towards the middle of the cave, and then found a remote corner to sit down. However, the old man seemed to be unable to sit still. Soon after, he got up and went to talk to others.

Han Ming lowered his head and said nothing, sitting in the corner honestly, but his spiritual sense covered half of the cave, carefully observing the old miners near him.

These miners are far less physically than those old miners before. They have pale faces, thin skin, ragged clothes, dirty bodies, and weak appearance.

Han Ming thought about it and probably knew the identities of these people. They should be those old miners who know how to do martial arts. Like him, they were also gathered here at this time.

After careful observation, Han Ming was sure that there was no danger around him, so he slightly retracted his spiritual sense, then leaned on the stone wall, closed his eyes and started to sleep. This was not a fault for him, he was so hungry that he had no strength.

I haven't been hungry like this for a long time. I remember the last time I was starved like this was more than ten years ago. At that time, when he was ten years old, he broke into the desert alone and almost starved to death. No matter what he encountered in those days, as long as it seemed to be edible, he would stuff it into his stomach.

However, although Han Ming is very hungry now, he is far from being hungry to the point where his life is endangered. Otherwise, he would not have stayed here and waited for death honestly. He would have cherished his life than anyone else.

With a noisy sound, Han Ming's half-closed eyes opened again and looked at a mine. Not long after, someone walked out of the mine, and there were four or five hundred people scattered.

Judging from the clothes of these people, we know that they are like the miners sitting in the middle of the cave, and they do not know much martial arts and are ordinary old miners.

"Hey, why did this man appear again? He also put on a shabby dress! Do you want to dress up as an old miner? His hook is a good thing, and it is very useful in this mine!" Han Ming looked at a man who walked out of a mine in surprise. The man was dressed in rags and was covered with dust everywhere. At first glance, he looked no different from those old miners.

The man walked out of the mine track, looked around and sat down. The place he chose was not too far from where Han Ming was sitting, so that Han Ming could take a closer look at him.

This man was Wu Yu, one of the two leaders of Han Ming's team before, who had left Han Ming's team from the beginning and touched the depths of the mine alone.

Han Ming guessed that this mullet probably went to copy the old miners' nest, but now he didn't know why he came out with the old miners wearing shabby clothes.

Before Han Ming could take a closer look at the mullet, his mind was attracted by the large number of corpses walking out of the widest mine. Behind the corpses were old miners who were relatively ragged in clothes but much better than ordinary miners. Han Ming recognized at a glance that these people were the Huiwu old miners who had fought with the corpses before.

It didn't take long, and the number of people in the entire cave exceeded 2,000, and nine cd of miners in the entire underground mine veins gathered here.

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After a short while, more than twenty miners in rags were walking in a mine deep in the mine. Behind them was a boy in rags. The boy lowered his head and said nothing, looking extremely honest.

This young man was Han Ming. At this time, he was going to follow the group of people in front of him to go to the deepest part of the mine vein to mine in exchange for food.

Looking at the mine tracks that were constantly moving deeper, Han Ming couldn't help but remember what happened in his life not long ago.

The guards of the escorts and the old miners of Huiwu gathered most of the miners to announce the establishment of the mining alliance, and informed all miners of the mining alliance's regulations, strictly ordering no one to violate them.

In addition to announcing regulations, the mining alliance also made a small adjustment to the mining team in the mine veins, and divided some scattered miners into a slightly larger mining team. Han Ming was assigned to the small team of more than 20 people in front of him.

Han Ming's team is considered a bad one among all mining teams. The people in the team are all pale and thin, with blurred eyes and unconscious eyes. At first glance, it is caused by long-term starvation.

However, Han Ming had no complaints after being assigned to this team. On the contrary, he was a little happy because the team was inconspicuous, which allowed him to avoid unnecessary trouble and allow him to concentrate on recovering his injuries.

As for mining for food, Han Ming was not worried at all. His spiritual sense could penetrate dozens of feet of stone wall. It was a matter of being able to see some gold ore rough stones through the stone wall. It was simply a matter of being able to capture some gold ore stones, and he didn't have to try his luck blindly like other miners.

After about half an hour of walking, Han Ming's team reached the end of this vein. His team also scattered. They each found a position to wield the chisel and hammer in their hands and began to dig into it.

Seeing that they all dug up on their own and no one was willing to pay attention to him, Han Ming shook his head silently, then moved to the back, and then dug up inside with a position.

About an hour later, when Han Ming and others kept pounding the stone wall, a 16 or 17-year-old boy in a ragged dress walked into this branch. There was a black bamboo basket hanging on his arm, and two big pockets bulging on his back.

When he saw the boy walking into the branch, the miners who were silenced and knocking on the stone wall threw down the tools in their hands and rushed forward, surrounding the boy with a mess.

The young man first put down the bamboo basket in his hand, threw the big package behind him on the ground, and then took out the packages of different sizes from the big package and handed them to the people around him one by one. The person who received the package turned around and walked to the corner.

Those people opened the package and exposed the yellow steamed buns inside. They didn't bother with the dust on their hands and stuffed the steamed buns in their hands into their mouths.

After the miners were divided into steamed buns, the boy's big pocket was empty, leaving only six steamed buns left in the bamboo basket. The boy packed up the pocket behind him, took the basket in his hand and walked to the side, then took out a yellow steamed bun, took a bite, and started chewing it carefully.

Seeing the miners eating their own steamed buns on their own and no one was willing to pay attention to them, Han Ming turned his head and continued to dig inside, and the knocking wall sounded like a tinkling sound.

"Gulu, Gulu." Han Ming's stomach began to scream in discomfort.

Han Ming smiled helplessly, and pointed his fingers to his abdomen. His gurgling stomach stopped ringing. Then he lowered his hearing acuity, otherwise he could clearly hear the sound of those people chewing and swallowing.

"Give it to you." A hoarse voice came into Han Ming's ears.

Han Ming turned his head and saw the young man who had split the steamed buns standing in front of him, reaching out to him with a dirty hand, and there was still half a piece of yellow steamed bun in his hand.

"Give it to me?" Han Ming's face showed a hint of confusion.

"You don't want it! Then I won't give it to you!" The boy's words and actions were completely inconsistent. He stuffed the steamed buns in his hand into Han Ming's hand, then turned around and left.
Chapter completed!